Little Nephew turns 3 today!

My sister and brother-in-law made a party for him, with the theme Madagascar. They went all out getting clowns, puppet show, balloon guy, caricature, Madagascar cupcakes! I was surprised they didn’t get the whole Madagascar crew to fly down to KL!

I asked my sister why she’s working so hard for this when Little Nephew wouldn’t even understand to appreciate it. She just answered she wants him to be happy on his special day with all his friends. Man, it’s sure expensive to keep a kid happy!

They all did indeed have lots of fun, running here and there.

I, on the other hand, stayed away from them. Hyperactive kids with balloon swords. Danger zone.

But it was so cute to see Little Nephew blowing his cake and running around with the other kids with his balloon sword. It was pink, btw. He’s spending too much time with Maksu hehe.

HAPPY 3rd BIRTHDAY DEAR AMAN!!! If you’re reading this years from now, go and thank your parents for organising such a nice do for you! And don’t forget Maksu was there too! Cutting your cake and feeding you apple juice, even though I was fasting!

Three years for Little Nephew also meant it was three years ago that Dean and I…got close! *Blush*

That’s right, it’s our three-year anniversary.

It sucks that we’re apart now with the LDR, but we made the most out of it. Skype, phone calls, presents for each other.

I received a big box with my name on it, and immediately knew it was from Dean. Excited, I ripped the box open.

And got the shock of my life when I saw this….

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A green Balenciaga bag!!!

I was speechless, I was touched, I was overwhelmed! I was a lot of things!! I couldn’t stop thanking him.

Now there’s a story behind this bag.

A while ago, I bought it. I spent a day smiling and falling in love with it, but then I couldn’t sleep at night worrying about my bank balance. I know my dad wouldn’t mind me buying it if I really wanted it (he’s amazing like that!). But my conscience wouldn’t allow me to keep it.

I had bought so many bags during my time in London, I would hate myself if I kept this green one. As much as I love it, I knew everytime I wear it, guilt would come pouring itself on me.

So, the next day, I went to the shop, put on a thick face and returned it.

I felt so sad leaving the shop, but I told myself not to be stupid. It’s not the end of the world. There will be more bags to come.

But not this colour. Not this style. Not this leather. Not this brand. The little voice in heart said softly.

So, I just accepted the fact that I returned it, and this bag would just be something that wasn’t meant for me. There was only a couple pieces left in this colour, so I knew I will never get it back.

Little did I know Dean looked all around London for this and snapped up probably the last piece.

He told me people can’t have everything they want in life, but patience is virtue. He told me that the day I returned it was the day that his respect for me grew. He told me that it made him realise that I was being sensible, thinking about the future and career rather than some fashion item. He told me he was proud of me because he knew I really really wanted the bag, but I listened to my brain instead.

So that is why he bought it for me behind my back. He knew I was so happy when I had it. He knew I loved everything about it.

He knew it was meant for me. 🙂

HAPPY 3rd ANNIVERSARY to the sweetest guy ever; my guy.